Mr. Editor: Although I am apprised that, in the general, neither you nor your readers are fond of lengthy obituaries, yet the one now addressed to your notice, abounding as it does with interesting reminiscence, will present, I hope, a sufficient apology for its length.

The intelligence conveyed, a company of men started in pursuit, and taking their trail, they overtook and shot them.

On another occasion, then these two brothers went out in the field plowing; and nearing the woods at one end of the field, their horses became frightened and ran off to the house with all their might. This was taken as an unmistakable sign of the proximity of the enemy, and upon examination, it was found that green bushes fresh cut, had been placed against the fence as a blind from which they intended to perpetrate the horrid deed of murdering these two boys, but God was their shield and deliverer.

In the midst of these wild and dangerous scenes, William K. Sadler grew up, inured to the pains and hardships incident to the lives of the first settlers of the West.

Alternately toiling in the field, watching for the insidious, lurking savage, spying, scouting, and pursuing, they had little time loft for idleness or recreation, whose places and romance however, were supplied with the exciting scenes, and the wild freshness of nature with which the were surrounded.

On another occasion when out with a party of scouts, brother Sadler being yet in his minority, they came upon a large trail, taking which, they pursued with all speed until near sundown, when finding the water muddy in the tracks of their horses, they knew the enemy were close in the neighborhood. The party then concluded to encamp, and fall upon them in the morning. They did so, and found them encamped at the edge of a thick canebrake cooking their breakfast, but the Indians being upon their guard, discovered them and fled into the cane, leaving their camp equipage and horses behind them.

This party had done no other mischief than the stealing of a number of horses, all of which were recovered by the scouts, and among them, some of the horses that belonged to men of the company.

Shortly after this event, a company was raised to pursue and chastise another party of Indians, who had committed depredations upon the new, settlements. This company consisting of between thirty and forty men, and commanded by Colonel Snoddy, passed up on the north side of Cumberland River, and crossing at what is now called old Fort Blount. The passed out at the head of Flinn's Creek, working their way southward.

About the fourth day, in the evening, they came upon a large party of the enemy encamped on the Caney Fork, at a point called Rock Island. The savage, however, had timely notice, and fled into the island, leaving on the fires their kettles with their half-cooked dinners, together with everything else, except their rifles and ammunition.

Immediate possession of the encampment was taken together with the booty, and a council held as to future measures. Although the enemy fearfully outnumbered, about five to one, yet, this little band decided to stand their ground; and accordingly pitched their camp upon an eminence in close proximity to the Indian encampment, expecting to be attacked early by the morning light; nor would they have been mistaken but for the torrents of falling rain which seriously incommoded the enemy in surrounding the little encampment, and delayed this event until near the dawn of day. In effecting their object through the rain and darkness, the woods became vocal with the wild mimicry of all sorts of sounds, from the hooting of the owl to the gobblings of the turkey, and howling of the wold and the screams of the night-hawk; and could they have made the on set in the darkness, they might, and doubtless would, tomahawk in hand, have completely overwhelmed this handful of rangers, and put the last one of them to the butchery.

About twilight in the morning they were discovered, creeping, half-bent and crawling up the eminence, when every man of our little party taking his tree, held ready his deadly rifle, which was discharged with fatal effect as often as an opportunity offered. This battle was fought when the subject of this notice was in the eighteenth year of his age, and in which he bore an active part in defense of his country. Of this little band, three were killed and several badly wounded. Of the enemy about sixty were slain and many wounded. Not long after this was fought the battle of Nicojak, fatal to the prospects of the enemy, after which there were no more serious disturbances.

 Father (William K. Sadler) in 1820, was elected by this society to the office of ruling elder, and remained it until his death. By his industry and economy he acquired a competent fortune, and raised a numerous family. His house for years was the common preaching place for both Methodists and Presbyterians. He was a regular camper at Smyrna for fifty years in succession. His table was ever bountifully covered, and to it, all who wished to remain upon the ground and worship God, found a hearty welcome. His house was emphatically the preachers' home, and many of their wants have been supplied and their sufferings relieved or mitigated by the kind officers and Christian courtesies of Brother and Sister Sadler. He was not perfect but inherited the infirmities which universal humanity is heir to. Facts only are stated. The reader is left to draw his own inferences. Among the first pioneers of the great West in his boyhood, he grew up among the saplings of the wilderness, fed upon its fruits and wild gens, slaked his thirst at its fountain, bathed and gambled with is companions in its limpid waters, watched and fought cruel Indians. And having borne his part in subduing the wilderness, formed a most fortunate and happy alliance in marriage. He then becomes a tiller of the soil and simultaneously a member of the Church, forms a high character truth and integrity, rears a large family, acquires a competent fortune, throws open his doors for preaching, that is neighbors my hear the gospel, aids in it support, and keeps a well furnished camp for fifty consecutive years for the furtherance of the best of all good causes, lives in the Church without public censure sixty years and bears the office of elder forty. Say, gentle reader, what is your inference? Is it any wonder that such a man should die in peace? The recent troubles and convulsions in our country seemed to be all that gave him much concern. This was a source of much solicitude.

Just before his death, he remarked to Henry, his youngest son, that he was born before the Declaration of Independence, that ht had cast his vote in every Presidential election since the second term of Jefferson, and had OUTLIVE THE GOVERNMENT. A few days before his departure he said to his wife, " I have been thinking how long we have been living together as husband and wife, and living together in Church; sixty-one years married, and sixty in the Church."

Though his disease was one of great lingering, yet he was never heard to murmur or repine. He said to Mother (Martha Williamson) Sadler, " Give yourself no uneasiness about my readiness to die. Upon this subject I have made satisfactory arrangements." And thus my old brother and friend departed in peace, and sleeps, (I mean his body) with the fathers; but his soul, O Blessed be the Lord, we all trust is in heaven.

This notice is written at the special request of the aged and bereaved widow and mother in Israel.